Found By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Then his gaze landed on our small group, and something flickered across his features…something I couldn't quite name. He began walking toward us, his movements predatory and graceful. The crowd parted like water, wolves pressing themselves against the walls to give him space. No one spoke. No one even seemed to breathe. As he drew closer, the agitated power inside me surged again, stronger this time. I bit down on my lip hard enough to taste blood, using the pain to anchor myself, to maintain control. *Please. Please hold. Just a little longer.* The Lycan King stopped a few feet away from us, his imposing presence filling the small space. Up close, I could see he was ancient…not in appearanc

Marcus The room suddenly burst into sound and movement. The Lycan King shifted, tearing through his clothes, and leapt over the table, grabbing Marcus by the collar and twisting his neck to see the mark more clearly. His nails extended into claws and sank into the younger male's neck. “It's not possible.”

The man knelt, his head bowed low in a gesture of absolute submission. “High Queen Elara,” the man said, his voice echoing through the trees. “The Lycan King has been searching for the lost Silver Lineage for five centuries. We have finally tracked the signature of your power.” I stared at him, my heart freezing. If the Lycan King had found me, it was only a matter of time before the Black Mountain Pack did. “I am no Queen,” I spat, my silver eyes glowing. “And you are trespassing. Leave now, or you won’t leave at all.”

“Going somewhere?” the lycan king asked, emerging from the trees. His voice was smooth but laced with an underlying tension. His gaze locked onto me, and a mix of fear and exhilaration sparked within me. His face was now covered but his glowing eyes were visible. "How... how did you find me?" I stammered, attempting to compose myself. He narrowed his gaze at me and stated, "I'm the lycan king.” That's it! As if that explains everything. Wait, well it kind of does; a lycan king is the most powerful werewolf.

My mum lies across the road in a pool of blood. My heart races unevenly. As I look up, I see three figures marching toward me— And damn. It is him. My eyes are not deceiving me. There, the Lycan King stands.

‘Specifically, an unmated female. The cold comes back. I see. Specifically, Rowan continues, still in that careful voice, ‘with grey eyes.’ We look at each other. My eyes are silver, I said. ‘Not grey.’ The pause is exactly one second. Then: ‘That’s true. Silver eyes. Completely different. Come on, then. I follow him through the dark toward the lights of the Ashdale pack house, and behind us, the Lycan King’s message sits folded in Rowan’s pocket, and I do not ask why Jasper Vael is looking for me.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible. They didn't.

He stood where I had left him, one hand still half raised, as if he couldn't quite believe it. Then his gaze dropped. At his feet, glinting in the candlelight, lay a thin silver bracelet. Its clasp was snapped clean through. One small charm swung from it, an engraved moon, catching the light. That bracelet— Ten. Eleven. Slowly, the Lycan King bent down and picked it up. He didn't look angry. He looked like a wolf who had just caught a scent. Twelve. The doors slammed behind me.

Another covered his ears. I could not look away. The creature slowly turned its head. Its eyes found me. My body refused to move. It stared at me as though it already knew who I was. Then it took one step toward me. Kael moved before anyone else. He placed himself between us. "If you want her," he said without looking back at me, "you'll have to come through me." One of the hunters laughed. "You still don't understand, Lycan King." Kael didn't answer.

"We just found each other." Klaus offered a faint, brutal smile through the blood on his teeth, his golden eyes flaring with one final, unmistakable glint of the executioner king who had conquered the outlands. "They cannot kill a Lycan with standard steel, little queen. I will find you. Even if I have to tear the capital's foundations to pieces... I will find you." His hand suddenly lost its strength, slipping from her wrist and dropping heavily into the gravel. His eyes rolled back, his chest rising in one last, shallow shudder before his consciousness completely failed him.